The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 178: Don’t Curse Yourself, I Don’t Like Hearing It

Chapter 178: Chapter 178: Don’t Curse Yourself, I Don’t Like Hearing It

The herbal bath needs to be soaked for an hour.

By the time Wei Zhao returned from next door, it was already very late.

His features were naturally clear and sparse, his hair jet-black like lacquer. Whether from the heat or the nourishing effect of the medicinal bath, a slight flush now colored his once pale face.

He merely had Shunzi escort him to the door, then pushed in, closing it behind him.

The room was warmed by a charcoal fire. The young lady sat in a wooden chair, dozing off, her head nodding downward bit by bit.

It seemed she was about to bump her head on the table.

Wei Zhao wanted to catch her.

But he really... couldn’t move quickly.

"Yu Tingwan."

Just as he called out.

He watched helplessly as the young lady’s head fell heavily, hitting the huanghuali wood table.

A ’thud’ sounded.

Wei Zhao’s eyelids twitched heavily.

Yu Tingwan was jolted awake by the pain.

She clutched her head, gasping, tears welling in her eyes.

If her parents were around, she’d be the cherished daughter of the Yu Family, a delicate flower in a greenhouse untouched by hardship, and she’d surely be whimpering.

But over the years, she had long since changed.

Soon, a part of a garment entered her blurry vision.

Yu Tingwan looked up at him.

Her skin was fair and delicate, making the red mark on her forehead appear particularly striking.

"It’s so late."

Yu Tingwan mumbled: "Why soak for half an hour longer than usual?"

The calloused pads of the man’s fingers wiped away the girl’s glistening tears.

"The herbs have been changed."

Wei Zhao: "You were yawning during dinner, clearly exhausted from the journey. Why not sleep on the couch?"

"Is it because you’re not used to this new place?"

That couldn’t be it.

Even in a leaking straw hut, she could adapt. It wasn’t like she hadn’t suffered before.

What’s more, this place was meticulously prepared. Even the cosmetics a girl might need were all there.

It’s just that...

The girl’s beautiful brows furrowed tightly.

Yu Tingwan: "Husband."

A hint of alarm crossed her features.

"You might not believe this."

Yu Tingwan paused: "I saw a grave."

While bathing, an image flashed before her eyes.

It appeared to be a new grave.

Perhaps someone had worshipped there, as incense was placed in front of the grave, along with fruits and snacks.

Yu Tingwan wanted to get closer.

To see the inscription on the tombstone.

But before she could approach, she heard urgent footsteps in the distance.

"Madam, slow down."

"Please calm your anger. The master has been devoted to you for ten years, unchanging. If he knew you disregarded your health and journeyed here with hardship, he’d surely..."

"Who dares stop me!"

Yu Tingwan stood up and looked toward the source of the voice. She saw a group of servants surrounding a lavishly dressed noblewoman approaching.

But the spectacle was not simple.

It was likely from a noble family.

Yu Tingwan watched from afar as the group approached.

Before she could clearly see the noblewoman’s bright features, a fog suddenly arose, blurring her vision.

The noblewoman’s expression was indifferent: "Every spring, Gu Fuju returns home only five out of ten times. I know the Holy Emperor values him, and he’s busy with official duties. I never mind that he misses Ah Wu’s birthday."

She smiled bitterly.

"But he keeps coming to Ze County. I don’t know what here holds such attraction for him, more important than his daughter’s birthday."

"And now, with the year-end approaching, he came again without a word!"

"Go."

She closed her eyes and instructed the servant beside her.

"Go see who it is, even if they’re dead, to tug at your master’s emotions like this."

The servant dared not disobey and reluctantly moved forward. But upon seeing the characters on the tombstone, her pupils widened in shock and horror, and she collapsed to her knees.

"This... this..."

The noblewoman swayed upon witnessing this. A mix of melancholy and compassion seeped from her lips.

She mumbled something.

But her voice was too low to hear.

Yu Tingwan saw nothing clearly, except for the golden phoenix hairpin the noblewoman wore, illuminated brilliantly, particularly vivid.

The phoenix’s sharp tips carried golden lotus tassels, its feather patterns layer upon layer, intricately detailed.

Yet it fell alongside the noblewoman.

"Madam!"

The exclamations of the servants abruptly ended with the scene.

Yu Tingwan opened her eyes again, and all she saw was huanghuali wood.

The water in the bath was still warm, yet Yu Tingwan felt as cold as an ice cellar.

She didn’t know who those people were.

But they couldn’t be unrelated to her.

Whatever story lay within, Yu Tingwan didn’t care.

But was this past life, or future?

If a past life, it didn’t matter, since she remembered little.

But if this was the future...

Wei Zhao wondered: "Did you go out to tour the village?"

Yu Tingwan unconsciously tugged at her clothes’ hem with her fingertips.

"No."

Wei Zhao gently reassured: "Years ago during the village attack, there were indeed casualties, but the bodies were long moved to a mass grave, and there wouldn’t be a tomb."

Yu Tingwan: "Who do you think died?"

"Was it a nightmare, and you took it seriously?"

As he spoke, Wei Zhao raised an eyebrow.

"But I saw you sleeping soundly just now."

Yu Tingwan: ...

She looked at the man’s expression.

Could he think she was babbling nonsense again!

She was being earnest this time!

"Then I can’t understand. Falling asleep during the journey when you can’t stay awake is expected, right?"

"Right."

Wei Zhao guided her toward the bed.

"Staying here for now might be dull, unable to go out."

Who knows how long it would be.

If his acupuncture failed and he died, Shunzi could send Yu Tingwan back on the same day.

If he survived, they’d have to stay a while to recover before moving.

"This village is large; apart from a few usable rooms, the rest are unkempt. Not convenient for you to wander."

"But there’s a bamboo grove to the east..."

"Husband."

Beside her ear, the girl’s soft voice reached him.

Yu Tingwan looked serious, holding her breath.

"That person who died..."

"It won’t be me, right."

As soon as she finished, Wei Zhao gripped her wrist tightly, his gaze deepening.

"What I do is dangerous, but I wouldn’t let you be in harm’s way."

If he failed, he was capable enough to protect her.

Otherwise, Wei Zhao wouldn’t have involved the girl.

Yu Tingwan didn’t ask what he intended to do.

"I was just guessing..."

Wei Zhao pressed her to sit on the bed.

The room grew silent.

Because he didn’t press, the girl stood steadily.

Wei Zhao: ...

Yu Tingwan: ...

She felt so guilty.

The girl offered thoughtfully: "Blame me. I didn’t react. Press again, I’ll surely cooperate."

Yu Tingwan: "Go ahead, I’m ready."

But Wei Zhao didn’t respond, removing his outer robe and letting down the bed curtain.

"Rest."

Seeing him lying down.

Yu Tingwan took off her embroidered shoes: "Other couples sleep holding each other at night."

"I think we should emulate that."

She expected Wei Zhao to again accuse her of being improper.

But he didn’t.

Wei Zhao, for once amiable, gazed at her and patted the spot beside the pillow: "Lie over here."

Yu Tingwan: ?!!

Are you serious?

Afraid he might change his mind, Yu Tingwan scrambled onto the bed without hesitation, lifting the covers.

Her soft body nestled next to him.

Wei Zhao’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and for the first time, he didn’t hesitate to wrap his arm around her waist. He did nothing more, just gently kissed her soft hair.

"Everything else aside, don’t jinx yourself."

"I don’t like hearing that."